One for dinner, one for the freezer. I have a not so secret obsession with filling my freezer full of meals, cookie dough, cakes, frosting for cakes, muffin batter (yes, you can do this), bread, soups, stews, casseroles, it's endless really. I'm not sure why I do this, it's just really easy to, so why not. It's so easy to double whatever it is I'm cooking, and throw one in the freezer.
I love food. I love to read about it, shop for it, cook, and serve it. The women that inspired my love for cooking all cooked big. My family is French Canadian. My paternal grandmother, Memere, had what I believed as a little girl, to be a magic oven. I remember actually believing it might be magical. She had nine children, you could never prepare too much food, not possible. Whenever she would have gatherings at her house, that grew over the years to include spouses and grandchildren, the oven produced food I swear until the final guest went home. Roasts, potatoes, casseroles, baked beans, it just kept coming, never ending.
When my parents were teens and dating, the first time Dad had dinner with Mom's family, Mema politely served Dad the potatoes first, as he was the guest. Dad promptly took all of the potatoes from the modestly sized, delicate serving dish. There were no teenage boys in Mema's house, she wasn't prepared for his appetite. He wasn't prepared for the food to actually run out, or the ridiculously impractical serving dish.
I also learned to cook working on an Herb Farm years ago. A lady named Delia was the head cook, straight from the south. We helped her prepare a five course luncheon daily for 100 people, one seating. Cooking big, it's what I know how to do. It pays off though. At least once a week we pull from the freezer stash, accommodating late schedules, afternoon hikes, laziness. It's quite lovely really. I am such a dork, honestly. Still, would you like to come for dinner? Cake?
